Bums In Trees

Bums Livin In Trees!
Look up, be up, do up, see up -
look it, see it, be it, live it! But get outta my tree you bum!
I was going to be a bum living in a tree but Reynard, Sally, TMITH, and Deegan would not come with me - Zzen didn't care one way or the other. The internet provider needed a real address, not "the big oak 100 feet west of the CN South Holland railroad track yard's southernmost switch with a truck tyre at it's base". So I gave up trying to live the "High Life" and remained electronically ambulatory. I will reside with all the rest.




Cycleta Eats - by Ken

Feel The Now

Why are you stressed my son?
I have forgotten the path, Master.

Have you truly forgotten? Or has your ego overtaken you such that you believe you are above the universal law?
It is as you say, Master.
Then you are free from now from your stress, resume your position and remember where you are. You simply abandoned your immediate position and took a spot in the past or future, two places you can never be.
But, the future is my master!

If that is the case you are truly lost.
But Master, Let me illustrate. A train approaches, I stand in the trackway, in the future I will be hit if I don't... 


If you are going to use a false illustration, I will have to beat you with a stick!
So many trains though Master!

Oh, I see. You are overly concerned with things you cannot control. Here let me...

-SMACK!- (light bamboo stick to the head)

Owww! Master stop please! You are consumed with things beyond your grasp. You fail to see the beauty and peace available to you now, also you did not duck. You are here now, not tomorrow, not yesterday. Be here, watch for the bamboo stick, see the intense beauty of the flower. Marvel at your ability to merely think, wonder in the air surrounding you. Assume your place. Be in the universe at the time it exists.

I feel the now now, Master.
Indeed.


"Pessimism" - By TMITH

TRYONGESS

Tryongess is the third planet from the Naltan Sun. It is inhabited by semi-foolish beings who are always trying to figure out why and when and what-for do the things occur. They create hardened code which allows them to pretend they know. If they think they know they can relax and suspend reality, pretending it is not there.

They also waste precious time bowing down to the hardened code. They cannot hear it or taste it but they know it exists because it really does exist, except that it is simply not the code they actually see in their little heads but something incalculable and unquestioningly undefinable.

It is really not hard at all.